Jen at Jen on the Edge did a post a day or two ago, recounting her day in photos. She was following the example of Mrs. G. from Derfwad Manor. It sounded like a cool idea, but I don't have the focus to record my entire day photographically. Or in any other way, really. So I came up with this: I live about a 45-minute commute outside of Ottawa where I work. I drove in this morning, taking pictures at random along my usual route, to give you the feel of the trip.
Note: most of the photos are poorly framed and might be blurry, seeing as the majority were taken hurriedly out of the car window at red lights or while driving slowly with one hand on the wheel. (See how much I love you guys? I risked my life and those of others to get the pictures for this post.)
This is my front yard. But it isn't this morning. Rachel took this picture 2 weeks ago while waiting for me to come out of the house and walk to the Fair. But it's what I see when I leave the front door of the house.
We live in a small village outside Ottawa. There are a lot of dairy cows and corn fields around.
We are very fond of autumn flowers in our community.
We apparently are also fond of letting people know who we think they should be voting for (shout out to my Canadian readers: Please Go Vote Today!!).
Here is my favourite part of my commute to work.
All too soon, though, I come out at a brand new cookie-cutter subdivision.
And I drive down Silicon Alley, the high tech corridor.
Then the drive turns a bit rural again for a bit.
For a while, I get to see the Ottawa River. (Squint a bit, it's there in the background.)
At various stoplights I get to see some curious things. Like this guy, on the roof of a chiropractor's office.
And a round office building. You can't really tell it's round from this shot, but short of getting out of the car at the red light, it's the best I could do.
Mmmmm, bagels. Good Montreal-style, wood-oven-baked bagels.
Then I pass a lot of apartment buildings.
And reminders that Ottawa is a pretty multicultural city.
And I drive past the hospital where the girls were born.
A little while after that, I turn onto the street where I work.
Park behind the church (yes, that church).
I walk for about 6 minutes, looking for beautiful things along the way.
Until I reach work.
Where I work very hard and hardly ever blog except for at lunch break. Honest.